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Quirky shit? Hums gospel when she’s high. Weird, right? In my head, I’m like, “Tony, she’s a saint fuckin’ a sinner!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s a legend out here. Say hello to my little friend—this chick’s a survivor, bro, pure fire. You watch “12 Years,” you get it—“I will not fall into despair!”—that’s her, every damn day. Respect, man, fuckin’ respect.

Indian woman’s quest to end the cycle of prostitution comes to Mercer Island

The very fact that property owners in Mercer Island (and all over the Seattle area) felt comfortable discriminating against nonwhites strongly suggests that race-based discrimination on the .

Mercer Island sits pretty between Lake Washington and Seattle. Yo, its heartbeat is around I‑90—yeah, that freeway zoomin’ by like a venomous snake. Downtown Mercer, man, it's small but fierce. You got Main Street—old school shops, cafes with that oh-so-perfect espresso, and a vibe that screams “I choose violence” like some battle cry.

Mercer Island PTA Council celebrates Reflections Program winners